Youth fades; love droops; the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret hope outlives them all.
Showing posts with label Mother Quotes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mother Quotes. Show all posts
Youth fades; love droops, the ...
Youth fades; love droops, the leaves of friendship fall; A mother's secret hope outlives them all.
Yes, Mother. I can see you are...
Yes, Mother. I can see you are flawed. You have not hidden it. That is your greatest gift to me.
Women know The way to rear up ...
Women know The way to rear up children (to be just) They know a simple, merry, tender knack Of tying sashes, fitting baby shoes, And stringing pretty words that make no sense, And kissing full sense into empty words
Women are aristocrats, and it ...
Women are aristocrats, and it is always the mother who makes us feel that we belong to the better sort.
Who ran to help me when I fell...
Who ran to help me when I fell And would some pretty story tell Or kiss the place to make it well? My mother.
Who fed me from her gentle bre...
Who fed me from her gentle breast And hushed me in her arms to rest, And on my cheek sweet kisses prest? My Mother . . . Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My mother.
When your mother asks, "D...
When your mother asks, "Do you want a piece of advice?" it is a mere formality. It doesn't matter if you answer yes or no. You're going to get it anyway.
When you feel neglected, think...
When you feel neglected, think of the female salmon, who lays 3,000,000 eggs but no one remembers her on Mother's Day.
When I was a child, my mother ...
When I was a child, my mother said to me, "If you become a soldier, you'll be a general; if you become a monk, you'll end up as the Pope." Instead, I became a painter, and wound up Picasso.
When I stopped seeing my mothe...
When I stopped seeing my mother with the eyes of a child, I saw the woman who helped me give birth to myself.
Whatever else is unsure in thi...
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.
What are Raphael's Madonnas bu...
What are Raphael's Madonnas but the shadow of a mother's love, fixed in permanent outline forever?
To describe my mother would be...
To describe my mother would be to write about a hurrican in its perfect power.
Thou art thy mother's glass, a...
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime.
There is none, In all this col...
There is none, In all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart.
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